I have officially been home with the kids for two whole weeks now...and am still alive to tell about it. This summer has been a tad bit easier than the last. One less bottom to wipe, no passey's to keep up with, and almost everyone can put on their own shoes. There might be a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel after all!
Last week, I saw that light and ran toward it. It had been a pleasant day. The kids were playing, and for the most part, sweet with each other. Well, I've had this night stand that I bought at a garage sale three years ago in the garage. This crazy idea popped in my head that it might be a nice time to start refinishing it. After all, it just needed a little sanding and repainting. Then, Caleb would have a cute night stand by his bed. So I took it out and started working on it. Everything was going smoothly. The kids were under my feet of course, but it was workable. They were just inhaling all of the lead in the old paint as I removed it. So, please don't make a big deal if they show up with a third eye or something someday. My fault. Anyways, I got everything painted and left it to dry.
Later, in the afternoon, the kids went out to play. I didn't think anything of it, because the paint was dry by now. Nothing could POSSIBLY happen, right? well, except for Frijole Man thinking it needed another 50 coats of paint!!
Caught red-handed. I'm not sure if he's praying for mercy here or what. He needed it!
I'm sure this summer will be filled with a number of exciting stories, so I'll keep you posted!